Attempt One, to Tempt to Transform
Hungry, cold, confused
Fever breaks me
My skin is haunted
Each pore feels like static
I could reach another world
I just cut a little deeper
The hand that is not my own
Reaches deeper, deeper
Nothing exists on the other side
but I still grope the ghost of a ghost
—Joseph Mastrean
Joseph Mastrean is a Pittsburgh-born writer and artist with a BFA from the Indiana University of Pennsylvania. He focuses on individual metamorphosis and consequence of action.
July 2011
